Decisions Decisions

Arched Woman 2 Original Rocket-propelled turtles or serious statements on womanhood?  I find that there are two very different people in my head who tend not to agree on much.  This isn’t new.  This is an old story of mine.  Actually, I’m thankful there’s only two duking it out up there at the moment.  This morning, I find myself in a very quiet house with a very quiet cup of coffee with no apparent opinion on the matter.  Dudley is also tightlipped on the issue and so I’m on my own. At the moment, I have quite a few balls...

The Gladiola

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, life will turn around and give you a nice big kick in the teeth.  In the last few weeks, there haven’t been solid kicks for me but more like little flicks on the center of the forehead, just enough to make me take notice.  There have a been a few dozen little flicks to the head for me lately, all of which stopped me in my tracks but only a few that have stayed with me – bizarre little circumstances and moments and news all unrelated but strung together resulting in a clearer sense of priority....

Number 5

Sketching over evening cabernet tonight and I thought this one was worth a post.  There have been so many wonderful compliments and thoughts shared not only on the blog but through the shop and over email.  You have all been so very kind and generous.  To an artist trying to find her voice again, your words of encouragement have been very dear to me over the last few months and I thank you.  Of all the pieces I’ve shared, there has been no greater response than to the crouching woman I posted last week.  She has brought more questions than...

Garden Visitor

I‘m up bright and early this morning with a quiet house and no sign of the sun yet.  Everyone is still asleep including my usual morning companions Dudley and Lola.  The coffee is extra strong but I’ve cut back on the sugar and truth be told, it was that magical third scoop that I loved the most. I am thankful for the quiet.  This house and my schedule have both been buzzing with activity lately and the peacefulness of 5:30am is a welcome change. Autumn is one of my favorite times of year despite there being a mad rush around...

Unfinished Series of Seven

Finally, I’m back to drawing this morning.  Huge cup of coffee, three sugars and the house is silent.  I suppose my mind and my hands are taking a break from rocket propelled turtles because it seems that I have my unfinished series of seven on the brain.  As mentioned previously with the posting of a self portrait I had completed years and years ago, there were supposed to be eight pieces but only the colorful hair ever saw the light of day.  The other seven have only ever turned into sketches and figures in notebook margins.  I suppose that’s because...